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[Snape/Regulus] Christmas at Number Twelve
Severus sighed and slumped against the edge of the bathtub, thankful to be alone.
Dinner had been a nightmare of the absolute worst sort. Walburga Black had spent the entire meal alternately glaring at him and making unsubtle remarks about his heritage. Severus had resolutely held his tongue, for his lover's sake, though doing so had not been easy. When he'd felt his resolve begin to fail, he'd concentrated on her barely disguised fury that a halfblood would be sharing a room with her precious pureblood son.
Smirking to himself, Severus sank down in the water until his rather considerable nose was submerged.
Thankfully, that part of the evening was over, and wouldn't require a repeat performance until the following day. It was early yet, and Regulus had promised they would spend the rest of the night secluded from the rest of the household. The other boy had also alluded to having something planned, though he'd refused to say a single word about what it might be.
Curiosity finally overpowered irritation, and Severus finished washing as quickly as possible. Pulling the stopper out of the ridiculously large bathtub, he stepped out onto the soft bathmat and toweled off. Having always loathed wet hair clinging to his face, he cast a quick drying charm and gave himself a quick glance in the mirror.
Severus would never understand what Regulus saw in him. |